Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.